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Emotion 5: Karuna (What If?)

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What if? What if the night kept its colour? As if nothing was taken from it. As if love didn’t pass through and left it’s outline in the dark I knew you before certainty learned restraint. Called it fate, because   it arrived without asking. What if you learned later how to stay   but you learnt how to leave the same way We loved in fragments rain-slicked evenings, rooms warmed by breath and laughter, hands steadying what trembled. What if in even our lasts felt held by something larger than us. I believed that meant permanence. You searched for me in old songs, in photographs that once carried weight. Nothing answered. I don’t doubt you. That is the quiet devastation. What if you stayed when I was unravelling, not because you wanted to, but because you could. I loved because I couldn’t imagine not. What if you hadn’t offered me an  if ? If feeling returns. If time remembers. Hope, distilled into politeness. If that makes me foolish, let it. I would rather have loved beau...
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Elysium

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Elysium In dusk’s soft hush, a quiet stirs, a warmth that neither sun nor star confers he moves like twilight’s gentle call, unfolding shadows where dreams fall. I see eternity in each quiet flame, a warmth unspoken, without name, and in that gaze, so deep, so vast, I catch a glimpse of futures past. His smile, a hymn, so soft, so pure, that every sorrow fades, unsure, it blossoms wide, like fields in spring, and fills the air with whispered wings Compassion flows in gentle streams, through every word, like tender dreams; his spirit moves as rivers bend, to soothe,   to heal, and   to defend. And when he speaks, my soul takes flight, as if the world were bathed in light a moment held, yet undefined, a tethered heart, a liberated mind. If ever heaven graced this land, it lives in the warmth of his gentle hand, a touch that binds yet sets me free, a silent vow, eternally… Rasa: Shringara (Love)
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Utopia

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Utopia The idyllic sky, oh, the stellar night, how does your fluoresce enchant my eye Your amplest blonde orbs of dew, made me ponder my notions and think of you Whispers and bittersweet linings of your voice, surround my inner phantom and noise, The silver weaves of the conifer trees, made me reminisce over your subtle breeze Nevertheless, it’s not just you, thou stellar night, It’s also the soul of elemental art, so bright your gentle eyes, seep through my spirit strokes of the brush   paint the palest of pink, and lilac chords I don’t despise I fairly hope to loaf around your hues, or explore the gleams of the alluring skies Please let me evoke my sense of wonder and not drown in a carafe of cries Rasa: Adbuth (Wonder) - Mridini Sivakumar Image credits:  https://images.app.goo.gl/ i4mgq9qmQUSQN4sh7 Adobe Stock Copyright  ©
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Inquietude

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Inquietude Fright, panic, and agitation, unsheathe a plight of outright sorrow, My heart drums tunes of apprehension, as the chin of gold, the moon, narrows The night crawls, and the darkness, unveiled, austere thoughts of anxiety awake, Sweat surged and inner voices exclaimed, the daunting wind gusts across my nape A play of fear bestowed by darkness, the trees of night seep through my veins, Arise the profound shades of harrowing black, and grotesque red that cries all shame Oh please, I want to seek every sense of solace, a relief that provides immense bliss, I wish I could be the one, valorous, but the etched screams of my soul seem abyss Rasa: Bhayanaka (Fear) - Mridini Sivakumar Image credits: © istockphoto.com
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Rapture

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Rapture All is fair in one’s rapture, drunken through the blissful veins chortling, laughing, crying with joy, they seek their pleasure that never destroys Forgetting the hindrances of their past, they swathe the felicity that forever lasts fantasising as if they walk through the clouds, comfort that’s unwrapped as a gift; bestowed The rain showers and they dance alone, although their reticent self finds ecstasy on their throne the mist clears, chuckles pour through the sky, but speckles of bitter sadness still hurt inside rasa: hasya (joy/laughter) - Mridini Sivakumar
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Wildfire

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Wildfire Sparks of fire, infernos arise, like coloured glass and fiction in my eyes Hidden in the flames, echoes exclaim, my tender heart feels no shame Fear trembling, sadness wailing, fumes vanquish emotions prevailing Confidence accrued, feelings of vexation, wildfire burns like devouring passion The numbness is severe,  although my mind is so clear,  prickling across with intense pain Ember's bright and my soft soul: Forgotten holocausts have been caught within. - Mridini Sivakumar Image Credits: https://www.istockphoto.com/illustrations/burning-city istock photos ©
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Inner Voice

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Poem - Inner Voice Oh lord, what’s my inner voice? the captain of my ship, and my guiding light Burning when my hard heart cries, Which hurts my mind, nothing’s fine A sense of universal harmonies, a measureless forever eternity A feeling of ecstasy and delight, eradicating austere thoughts and fright Jealousy, jealousy ponders within me, Oh, really? Forgive my lack of sympathy Sparks of raging and flaming fire run through my envious desire A dark, vast purple night sky, A crescent moon beguiling and shy My inner tones permeate my feelings Nostalgia creeps like tiny inklings Oh lord, Oh lord, what’s my inner voice? wistful, delightful or a frightening sight So many questions asked, waiting for a reply just listening to the voice that speaks inside What’s my inner voice? - Mridini Sivakumar Image Credits: BigThink  ©
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